Jun 2012
Your greed sickens me.
Like a witch’s cauldron filled to the brim
Like a temple smothered in rot
Like the **** on the surface of gutters
Like an unsterilized needle
Like a piece of fruit bathed in desert weather
Like oil wading its way through water
Like a vulture waiting in anticipation
Like the bank account of a wicked man
A thousand times over, your greed sickens me
Like a witch’s cauldron filled to the brim
Like a temple smothered in rot
Like the **** on the surface of gutters
Like an unsterilized needle
Like a piece of fruit bathed in desert weather
Like oil wading its way through water
Like a vulture waiting in anticipation
Like the bank account of a wicked man
A thousand times over, your greed sickens me
